Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
me down
Guru, go get 'em again
This time for the money my nigga
stand up

There's never been a this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so different flows
This for this song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To lazy to make up
crazy
They paint pictures
just trace me
You what
they forget who they plucked
They style from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the rings and things you about
em out
It's hard to yell when the in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer than
And I'm back for
New ambassador
Prime Minister to finish my business up

What more can I
more can I do?
I give all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already what I'm about
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Rain in the drought
Stunting on
off my shirt
But nothing on my clothes
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if patrol I make payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private down to Turks and Caheos
Chrys case
I don't a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a cipher
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the
snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you must be illy
that or your flow is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But if I don't brag
crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha
far from Jewish
Far from a student
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not with it
In fact I'm just it
This ain't the show I'm just it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To groupie stop false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach roof is
got a problem Houston
up be
They can't up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my delivery
But I remember
What streets did to me
So me
Letting these nit pick at me
me like a pickiny
I will
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
Tell her forgive me
squeeze until your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You never there
Nigga why would I ever
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
Excluding
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I CEO's
That plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole of times
Or make up shit in a bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust my lines
Add to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my
On pop
I to be number one on everybody's list
see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)